The One More Chance
Joint

All day he sat in front of Zahra's house, but had not yet met Zahra or Regan.

The door is locked, the bakery is closed. Is it possible that Zahra avoided it?, leaving again?. The question kept spinning around, even calling Malvin many times to confirm Regan's whereabouts at school, which means Zahra did not go back to leave.

The sound of the motor draws Abra from her negative thoughts. Regan rocks alone came down from her friend's motor, their gazes even met for a moment.

"want us to go to China?" gana asked with a dislike look at Abra.

"don't go home yet".

Regan turned to open the fence.

They stood face to face, gaze that was equally flat and no one relented. As Abra reached out her right hand to Regan, Regan glanced at Abra's hand with a frown.

With an eye gesture he asked what Abra's hand sticking meant.

"he said clever?, what should be explained to the parents to go home from school?".

"do you feel old?" tanya flat.

Abra just sighed throwing her irritated feelings at Regan. He put his hand back in his pants. "Where are you?, who is the same?, why is the store closed?. He's not sick, is he?, or avoiding me maybe?. He can't disappear again leaving you, right?". Abra was addressing a series of questions in her brain.

Regan silently stared at Abra.

"why silence?" abra asked, seeing the calm Regan showed.

"you why?".

Abra was stunned to hear the two words coming out of Regan's mouth. "yes. yes.." she was nervous instantly. "i am her husband, I am worried she is disappearing again".

Regan's head was nudgingly glancing misdirection while frowning. "Mother is married again?" he said sarcas. "why don't I know?".

Ah... Abra is really upset to face Regan who is stubborn, calm but affirms the combination of himself and Zahra into one. The fruit will not be far from the tree.

"I'm your Mother's husband, we're not divorced" Abra said.

Regan sighed. "rightly so". Regan's two spoken taka published Abra's smile a few seconds before Regan continued. "if you divorce Mother you have to pay the word for a living during Mother's death, about how many hundred or billions of millions?, let alone Mother must support me alone".

"i did not leave your mother, she left me".

"who's wrong until you leave?".

"say..." Abra almost falls in because Regan manages to lure him in.

They were silent, staring at each other. Regan's sharp flat gaze was very disturbing to Abra, the gaze that Zahra always made if she was upset, disappointed or angry.

Regan's hand turned the door lock, gesturing with her head for Abra, who was signaled only to remain clueless.

Regan clucked. "get in" Regan came in first.

Abra smiled happily, full of relief.

"already eaten?" ask Regan to come.

Abra who would sit back stood up straight. "huh?". she did not believe her hearing.

Regan sighed throwing her bag of kesofa dna walking in.

"yet I haven't eaten." cried Abra full of happiness.

Although Regan did not want to touch his hands to shake hands, at least the boy had opened the door of his house and asked whether he had eaten or not

His eyes glazed over. "sorry" he said so softly.

He knew if he was wrong, but everything had happened, nothing could be regretted. In every incident there must be happiness and sacrifice.

"you will not eat!" Regan shouted from inside.

"yeah...".

Abra is stunned for a moment, he will go deeper into the house of Zahra and her son. He sighed for a moment before stepping his feet deeper into Zahra's house.

His hands clenched, the first time he saw Regan's room measuring just three by four meters, with only a standard-sized mattress, two-door closet and a small study table.

Abra cut his face, he could not see it, but the one in front of him was lazy to make him stunned. TV tank measuring thirty-two inches with a folding mattress that is so thin in front of it.

No dining table or anything like that, just a room with a door closed, maybe Zahra's room.

"if you want to eat help me bring the plate forward".

"where's front?".

"Living room, we do not have a dining table, if the usual meal in the guest room or lesehan here, in front of the tv".

Abra tries to maintain her smile.Take over the plate in Regan's hand. He sat waiting for Regan, closing his eyes in the breath many times to convince himself not to cry.

"Mother cook quite a lot because there is Aslan, usually if there is a mother chicken only for vegetable soup or oseng-oseng. It must be because there is Aslan mother cook pindang sardines".

Abra only listens and will pick up the sweet spicy soy sauce Chicken, but Regan first takes his joints and gets the chicken wings the only one there is.

Regan sees Abra glued to the plate of sweet spicy soy sauce Chicken. "why would you want this?" Regan carries chicken wings with her fingers.

Abra's head shook.

"this is my favorite, take the other, more meat" Regan again washed his already dry hands. "more fat that has bones" said Regan grumbled softly.

Abra smiled a little. "whose flesh is often tangled in teeth" Abra's bathin.

"allahummahm.....".

Abra raised both hands and said Aamin.

Regan eats with her hands looking good. Abra looked at her hand holding the spoon, put down the spoon and washed her hands in the laundry place that Regan had provided.

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"Mother don't want to go home?" ask Aslan to Zahra who was wandering around the traditional Sumenep market.

Aslan was confused where they entered and parked the bike earlier. It has been more than an hour Zahra around buying everything, even though before the market they had bought Regan clothes at a roadside store.

His legs were already sore, his stomach was back flat even though they had just eaten meatballs.

"Mother.." whine Aslan.

Zahra sighed while blinking her eyes. Aslan who wanted to go home just sighed after sowing Zahra back around.

"what else is Bun looking for?".

"look for Arz's underwear".

"there was a store of bun".

"the store was expensive can not be bargained even though the material and quality are the same as here".

"keep buying clothes, shirts and hem Arz at the store".

"if so can be assessed people, everyone can see the brand of materials and so on, if the interior is not easy".

Ribet, why every woman is always complicated.

From this morning they went out to the beach, then sat in the park, went in and out of the store to buy clothes and everything for Regan and stranded in the traditional market in the end.

if Zahra had finished shopping, Aslan would not ask where they would go after. Because it looks like Zahra is not comforting him but instead requires him to suffer from calf pain in a moment.

"really twenty-three ya buk, this money asked for a swipe later allegedly steal me" Zahra finally finished the bargain.

"come home, right, Bun?" Aslan.

Zahra stuck out some friction on Aslan. "usually it's the guy who holds the groceries".

"yes yes As bring the origin of this home".

"ok".Zahra turned to walk in front and then stopped again. "forget not buying the centong to stir the cake ingredients, back again the shop was too late".

Aslan's shoulder instantly limp.

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